THE GREAT
METAPHYSICIAN
ON TOUR
We may have had something like that,
back when Lincoln was spooky, no more.
Anything going on now is rabid and already
wasted. They've put their money down on
markers and their keystones at the tops of
bridge-arches. The assembly room has
no chairs; what do they want us to do?
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I can tell them, nay make them, to stand.
Until their backs hurt and their breeches
burst; until they each need bathrooms in
a very-way-worst. (I do word-tricks too).
All those married matrons who always
come forth, seeking an autograph or
advice. Yes, they'll be present too.
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And now the long wait is over and the
wind has come and the fierce white platter
of the snowy storm. But, truly, by marking
these words it's nothing at all. Go, go, I entreat
you. Stand outside the libraries and beg.
There's always a man to take up a banner.
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